Best Fit The Mold Poems
A child
No more than 12 years old
Sees images of women
Thin
Beautiful
Rich
Wanted
She looks in the mirror
She doesn't see the image
Her body doesn't fit the mold
Movies, TV and magazines
Tell her she is not what they want
She is not thin
She is not beautiful
Everyday her eyes cry as she looks at who she is
The perfect her hidden within
The beautiful soul they will not let her see
She diets
She starves
Still she does not fit the mold
She feels unloved
Unwanted
Eating less than a cracker a day
Throwing up the scant food she eats
Her body changes
Wasting away
They make her up
She wears a beautiful white dress
They close the lid
Denied the perfect her
The person she should have been
She lies in eternal rest
But she is loved
She is wanted
She will be missed
The Puzzle of life
The puzzle of life is there for you,
ancient texts, part of the larger view,
the Karma view of sow and you reap,
vengeance for his murdered sheep,
thoughts of the Master-mind for you.
The spirit bank holds seven billion souls,
Where else from, babies join the fold,
To get it right, to fit the mold,
To rise up the 7 levels,
To finally get to heaven,
Or so I’m being told.
Different places, different rules,
Monogamy, Mormon or solitary fool,
Flexible to fit a Hill Billy old mate,
To get em lined up at the judgement gate,
To stop the murderous duels.
First born of our God was he,
Adam, Christ and Budda see,
Many times returned to us ,
Many times more he must,
Our just Lord of eternity.
Don Johnson
There was a little boy so blue
amongst the pain of life he grew
He wondered where he'd be one day
so Satan helped to lead the way
He longed to walk home in the sun
but evil forces made him run
The Fallen Angel's sick revenge
was to employ children to avenge
He made those bullies cruel
"persecute this child to - and - from school"
No one to trust to teach him well
so evil led his pride to swell
There was a little girl as well
who grew up in a different hell
She was abandoned by her mom
her life was anything but calm
She was adopted by a rigid pair
but she longed for love and truth to share
Nobody seemed to fit the mold
consumed with lies that she was told
Satan also grabbed this chance
she ran through life without a glance
A player she could not commit
her soul-mate had to be legit
Now he's my husband I am his wife
I finally took that chance in life
For I was ready to forgive
but he had never learned to live
How ironic that these two should meet
I'm ready to ground he runs in defeat
Now here I sit back at the start
while my "soul-mate's" going to break my heart
He's still a runner and I'm here to stay
two people can't grow if one is this way
He promised his soul to me
but I am still one in this unity
You are not wrong
So please don’t feel blue
But people, belittle
They’ll manipulate you
You are not wrong
Just because you’re unique
But people will judge
As they love to speak
You are not wrong
If you don’t fit the mold
Forget what they say
They’re naive and bold
You are not wrong
For just being you
You are one of a kind
And your heart is true
You are not wrong
Please don’t forget
Wherever you are
You’ll always fit
You give us blessings beyond compare
You don't care what's in it for you
You care for your Brothers, you care about the outcasts
You never say it's not a good time
With you, Everything's in its Right Place
With you, the puzzle is assembled
With you, there is order in a chaotic world
With you, life has meaning
You give the breath of life
You end the strife of the oppressed and destroy the evil one
You give second chances, third chances,...
You are infinity, boundless and endless
You confirm Everything I want to be
Your love is eternal, you love unconditionally
You align our lives to fit the mold
You give us gifts, abilities, and grateful attitudes
You remind us of what is truly important
You remind us to never take Anything for granted
You declare your happiness for the creation of our species
You've seen the beauty of the repentant sinner
You give us bread for your life and wine for your blood
That you gave for us
You gave us Everything that is possible
Thank you precious and gracious Lord
We worship you and you alone
A- You measured me by my appearance and preconceived perceptions wondering if I fit the mold of black stereotypes;
B- Your gaze holds a gesture of tired impatience and wonder of if I self-hate because my color of skin don’t fit the American way of life or the prototype of what you think im worth because I am a different shade when I stand next to you in the light so I couldn’t possibly suffice how am I a blueprint that came with my own set of trademarks and copyrights;
C- We broke chains of submission and no longer are we bound with shackles by our feet the hold now resonates in minds;
D- Screams from ancestors that were heard across plantations as they got whipped from behind as the hunger for us to bow down before you fed appetites; now you ask why we got our hands up in name of black lives
A- You measure me by my appearance and preconceived perceptions wondering if I fit the mold of black stereotypes;
B- Your gaze hold a gesture of tired impatience and wonder of if I come from a broken home and if my mother’s a single parent struggling to survive and if the government pays for my home in which she tried provide, if the men in my family were part of murders and homicides;
C- Segregated for years because the pigment of our skin showed the difference in which we hoped many would accept; as buses filled and we set in the back further proving that we probably shouldn’t expect to be respected unless we lowered ourselves for your acceptance;
D- As I look at you staring back at me you wonder if I would slight you push you to fear and make you grab your gun in safety because that’s what unties you with others like you I shouldn’t possibly cause a plight it’s what ignites you; all in which coincides from a stereotype
Written by Lesha Trachelle
Dachshunds - Poetry Contest
My Doll, My Dachshund
An old abandoned house in the country, is where we saved our precious hound
Covered in mange, fleas, ticks and whatever deathly smell she had found
I called her name; from out of the yonder she came when she heard my yell
We could see she was excited to be rescued and the car ride went well
Once we arrived home, it was bath time, eating, then sleep
For hours she snuggled next to me without even a weep
She was red, small, a miniature seven year old baby of mine
We shared everything together and talked all the time
We would cuddle in blankets when weather was cold
No matter the circumstance, she and I fit the mold
One day she came to me, however not feeling right
I rushed her to the clinic and sat there all night
The doctor informed me that she could no longer walk
I sat there stunned, desperately crying, I couldn't talk
Our only option, as you can imagine, was true
I held her in my arms as she went into the sky blue
She is buried by the creek bed where she loved to play
There is not a moment that I don’t miss her every single day
Not knowing if I will ever feel the same way as I did then
Hoping that someday, her little nose will nudge me again
01-07-15 Dachshund poetry-soup contest
For sissy, you are missed my pet.
Did you see the gift?
Enveloped in gold
Will I fit the mold?
I've waited all my life,
For a love like yours and to call you my wife,
To have and to hold,
I know you fit the mold,
The key that fits perfectly into my heart,
The assurance that we will never grow apart,
Through thick and thin,
No matter what, we both win,
There's no doubt in my mind,
No second thoughts of any kind,
That I love you,
And knowing that, I say, “I do.”
I've always wanted to find my prince,
He has no idea he is dropping me hints,
And all his hints, I adore,
I've never felt anything like this before,
His warm, comforting touch,
I trust in him so very much,
I need him more then he could know,
I will never let him go,
Through good times and bad,
When I'm happy and when I'm sad,
He'll always be there,
Through all the hardships that we bare,
I know he'll never back down,
And will pick up every pound,
That I can not,
We've already been through a lot,
Our relationship can never be misconstrued,
And with that sureness, I say, “I do.”
And now that we are one,
Here comes all the fun,
Of our Holy Matrimony,
Proving our relationship was never phony,
We are reborn as of now,
And when seen by the eyes of God, our heads bow,
With His blessing, both of us are starting anew,
And all that had to cross our lips was, “I do.”
I tried to write a poem the way that Solomon wrote about his prize,
But you don’t seem to fit the mold you don’t have a pair of flighty eyes.
And evidently he liked the fact and it seems that it raised his hopes,
When he would sniff her hair and it smelled just like mountain goats.
And I think that your dental hygiene is something you should keep,
Evidently his girl’s teeth were fuzzy and reminded him of sheep.
I really don’t mean to bring him down by making these funny quips,
But I would have to truly say there’s nothing threadlike about your lips.
And apparently his girl’s temples looked like a pomegranate slice,
When I look at you, your face is fruit free and I think that’s very nice.
Your neck does a fantastic job and I could nuzzle it by the hour,
But I can’t say that there is anything about it that reminds me of a tower.
And when my eyes wander lower than your neck to see your special features,
There’s nothing about them that vaguely reminds me of any woodland creatures.
So I don’t know if my ability is hindered by my talents or by your good looks,
But I’d sure like to see a picture of his girl; I bet she’d be one for the books.
I Thought You Were My Brother?
You say you’re my brother,
yet pretend I’m not there,
You shut me out of your life,
And don’t even care.
Do I “fit the mold” of what you think
a brother should be?
Are you thinking just of yourself,
and a lot less of me???
I tried to call you, and you hung up the phone…
Then tell me I’m not invited
to your home.
You hypocrite! You fool!
Who are you kidding?
You’re not an example of Jesus
by the way you’re living.
The Bible says love is patient,
gentle and kind.
You can’t love just the 99,
and leave me behind.
If you continue to “choose”
whom you’ll love and avoid…
True Godly love in your life
will never be enjoyed.
By thinking and dwelling on that
which was done in the past,
You’ll miss out on a freedom
in Christ that’ll last!
By Jim Pemberton 07/19/15
How are you my pet?
Have all you need?
Are you all set?
Have all your wants and needs met?
Good, now it’s time to pay
With your vote for me today
Prove your loyalty and appreciation
To further our political masturbation
Of you my obedient pet
Just obey
And please don’t fret
We need your mindless conformity
As we employ our brand of deformity
Time to keep quiet and do as your told
As we bring you to heel
If I may be so bold
It’s the same story
That’s old and retold
We prey
You obey
And fit the mold
Of soulless servitude
To the heartless and cold
Surprise, surprise
Your existence has sold
To the lowest bidder
Is what I’m told
Now come my pet
And submit to the F. O. L. D.
(Follow Our Logic Deviant)
Eric (and sometimes not)
Am I Your Brother In Christ?
You say you’re my brother,
yet pretend I’m not there,
You shut me out of your life…
And you tell others you care.
I don’t quite “fit the mold” of what you
think a brother should be,
thinking of yourself,
and less of me.
I tried to call you, and didn’t answer the phone,
Then tell me I’m not invited to visit your home.
You hypocrite! You fool! Who are you kidding?
You’re no representation of Jesus,
by the way you’re living!
The Bible says love is patient, gentle and kind.
You can’t love just the 99, and leave me behind.
If you continue to “choose”
whom you’ll love and avoid.
Then true Godly love in your life will never be
enjoyed.
By thinking and dwelling on that
what was done in the past,
You’ll miss out on a freedom in Christ,
that will always last!
By Jim Pemberton 08/20/15
Let’s change your ways Jada
Lets tame the craz’ Jada
Let me see those pearly whites Jada
Let’s make that face a happy place Jada
I’m not trying to change you Jada
Do you care Jada?
Well I didn’t intend to offend you ma’am
*Gasp* Sass me how dare you Jada
You have got to change that attitude
Your whole demeanor is very rude
Before you talk, you set the mood,
It’s like I don’t give a F-U-C-K about you
Let us start this year anew
Ok miss and mister
I got an idea…
I won’t catch an”attitude”,
I’ll nod my head like a fool
I won’t argue with these unjust views
I’ll fix my hair to look like you
****, I’ll buy pair of Sperry’s too,
I’ll let my heritage escape
I’ll learn yours to reciprocate
Look at me now
Can you recognize me sir?
I’m a pitiful duplicate of some advice giving hypocrite
With a whole new aura I’ve been told
A brand new toy, Eureka I fit the mold
Suppressing my emotions is getting old
The only curve now is initialed on my face,
Smile with all emotions, that’s how you’ll win the race
I’ll fly high
I’ll make it to the top
I’ll won’t miss a beat any day
But now I can’t make myself stop
I call that Assimilation Education
That chapter of my life is done
You’ll get an A++ son
Just don’t question a thing
and get them naps done
What you didn’t know is
That I got a secret for you
I am going to live my life happy
All you can be is you
She always talked
like a happy little bird
tried to fit the mold
Wasn't strong enough
to keep up the facade
it is what ended her life
Early
I mostly think outside the square
I don't fit the mold
I can't be told
I'm older but
To some doing church
is like playing a game
so others think you got it right
U2, P.O.D., Coldplay
R you with me here
are people who inspire me
To write lines like this
helps me to think outside
of the friends thoughts who died
Early.